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That prostitute you look at with disdain

You don't want to know half of her story

That shoe cobbler you throw money at

Even after rending a service to you

You'd be shocked how long it took him to accept himself that way

That stripper you think is wasting her life away

Sometimes decisions are forced upon us

Not like we don't have choices, we do

But most times for some, they choose the lesser evil

I am not and would not condone anything bad

I am only saying be gentle when you are judging others

Maybe when you hear their stories, you can help them

We seem to be so quick to judge these days

But we'd never take the same measure against us

We all have our stories and if you can't listen to the stories

At least, walk away and don't make things worse

But if you can do anything to help, please do

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My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

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